shorts || h.s.

3 days after

"Just kill me! Kill me!" Connor screamed for the thousandth time.

Louis had arrived home, and immediately made the dumb decision to engulf Connor in a large hug. As soon as his skin touched hers, she went ballistic. It registered in her mind that he was a person attacking her in some way, and the way he had his arms wrapped around her, made her feel like she couldn't escape if she needed to. She collapsed onto the floor, and started sobbing and mumbling incoherent things to herself. El shooed Louis to the bedroom while she stayed a safe two feet away from Connor, afraid to scare her again.

"Babe, it's okay, he's gone," Eleanor tried again, forcing herself not to become agitated with Connor.

"I don't want to live anymore!" Connor sobbed into her hands, her entire body shaking with fear.

"El!" Louis whispered from the hallway. Both of their heads snapped toward him and Connor slowly scooted away from him, still on the floor. Eleanor looked back at Connor before approaching him.

"Yeah?" She said once she got to him, stuffing her hands into her back pockets.

"The police station just called, and said Harry is going absolutely psycho about seeing her. They said he thrashed out at the guard, and repeatedly punched the bars, even when his hands were soaked red. He won't stop yelling, 'Where the fuck is she?' at the top of his lungs," Louis whispered, sneaking glances at Connor to make sure she didn't hear.

"Well, that isn't anyone's problem but his," she sighed.

"I know, but do you think I should visit him?" Louis asked.

"Hell no! He needs to suck it up and get over it. I have no idea if he is going crazy or what, but he needs to deal with it. He got himself in that mess, and I don't think he's gonna be able to get himself out," she breathed. He nodded in response, and stared at Connor for a minute.

"What are we going to do about her? They are going to want some kind of testimony from her, whether it be she appears or they interrogate her," Louis sighed.

"They'll have to go on without her. If they want proof, they have pictures and me and you, they don't need her to be able to tell he raped her," she said.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"I'm going to admit her into a mental hospital. Just for a while. I can't stand seeing her so miserable. They might be able to help," Eleanor told him.

"Don't," he protested.

"I have to work, Lou! And you can't be alone with her, she will go ape shit again!" Eleanor defended.

"Just wait until the trial blows over and see how it goes," he suggested.

"Okay."

Back at the police station, Harry was still bouncing off the walls.

"Can you shut your mouth for two seconds, Styles?" The guard screamed.

"I need her, you motherfucking ball of goat shit!" Harry yelled. This made no sense to the guard, but it was the most normal thing Harry'd said all day.

"No!" The guard yelled. This made no sense, but the guard didn't have the energy to say anything else.

"He has a visitor," another guard called from the end of the hallway. They moved Harry into his own hall today, and put just one guard there to keep his eyes on him all day.

Harry continuously kicked at the wall until he heard the keys jingle.

"She's here?" He asked, hopeful.

"No, you dickface, someone else," the guard snapped.

"I don't wanna see anyone else," Harry pouted.

"Don't be a pussy, you'll never survive in jail," the guard said while handcuffing him.

"This isn't real jail," Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk with the guard.

"No, but you'll be in it soon. Anywhere from five to 25," the guard snickered.

"Weeks?" Harry gaped.

"Years," the guard deadpanned, handing Harry over to another guard.

"Dude, are they really going to lock me up for 25 years?" Harry choked at the new guard.

"You're Styles?" The guard asked.

"Duh," Harry snapped.

"I sure hope you're in there that long after what I've heard," the guard smirked. "Here we are."

Harry slung himself in the seat and picked up the infected phone. He finally looked up long enough to see Anne sitting before him.

"Mum?" He choked again, almost to tears.

"Harry," Anne snapped.

"Mum! Get me out of here! I did absolutely nothing!" Harry exclaimed, grasping at the last glimpse of hope he had.

"No."

"Mum!"

"I am incredibly angry, ashamed, sad, disappointed, but most of all, embarrassed. I did not raise you to behave like this," she bit, throwing down a tabloid.

"HARRY STYLES RAPE TRIAL"

"Mum..." Harry cried. Harry had just accepted the fact no one would hear him out, not even his mum.

"You're a disgrace to me, and I hope you know I'm going to be on the side of that court that kicks your ass into jail for, hopefully, 25 years," Anne snapped, slamming the phone down and marching out of the building.